Saturday, August 20, 2011

Somalian caves speak in metaphors

They took nothing from anybody;
Didn't steal no man's land;
Destroyed was their Heaven, the only place they've known as home;
They didn't call their rituals witchcraft;
They didn't rape anybody to claim space in this jungle;
They didn't misplace their ancestral bones;
They didn't call themselves whores, or mixed breeds who are fatherless;
They didn't call their God, devil;
They didn't hurl insults at anybody;
They didn't race with the mighty for the gold that was not destined for them;
They didn't hate anybody;
They didn't fear what was their own
Nor gave it a weird name;
What they wanted was solace food and drink;
But everything was taken from them painful of them all, their children;
Struggling with labour pains, struggling to raise a child, and struggling to say Goodbye

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